I sat down at the computer, finally hoping to get some
peace. No such luck. The incredibly gorgeous babe who
had been following me for the last half hour sat down
in the chair next to me and put her hands on my
shoulders, squeezing them gently. I sighed in
exasperation. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”
I said.
“Nope,” she giggled. “I have nowhere else to go, and
nobody else to be with. Yet.”
I rolled my eyes. It was flattering in a way; I had
never been so blatantly flirted with before. I rolled
my seat back to take a good look at the woman who
wouldn’t leave me alone.
I had been walking to the library, listening to a book
on CD, generally minding my own business and letting
my mind jump from idea to idea while following the
story flowing through my ears. She had walked up from
behind me and settled her pace to match my own. She
seemed interested in me, and had a kind face, so I
smiled and we began talking. She didn’t *look* like
the stalker type.
She was five feet four inches tall, with silky looking
raven black hair, a tanned complexion, glasses, and
lovely smile. She had a very nice figure, not quite
hourglass, but very feminine. She also didn’t seem to
have a shy bone in her body. She caught me glancing at
her bust while we were walking and puffed out her
chest with a large grin. I gave up any pretense at
that point. Yep, C cup. Very nice! Okay, so I’m letch.
She didn’t seem to mind.
She was wearing sneakers, a faded pair of blue jeans,
and a light purple knitted sweater. A fashion gal?
Very winter/fall sex kitten, it seemed. She was also
intelligent, cute, knew how to apply her makeup, and
unbelievably flirtatious. And she wanted me for
something.
I was brought out of my silent reverie when she leaned
over in her chair and licked my earlobe. I nearly
jumped out of my chair, looking around the library
nervously. A man two computers over was looking at me
with a confused look on his face. Just then good
fortune saved me a bit of embarrassment, I hope,
because I sneezed suddenly and he went back to his
work. I blushed a little and shot daggers at the
lovely girl smirking at me from less than a foot away.
She kissed my forehead and settled back with an impish
look on her face.
“Won’t you just go away?” I hissed in what I hoped was
a low whisper.
She shook her head in that girlish innocent look she
seemed to have mastered and gave another impetuous
“Nope!” Her look turned suddenly sultry and she
switched to a drop dead sexy voice. “You know what I
want, baby. I need it.”
I gave another exasperated sigh. I couldn’t believe
she wanted to do this *here* of all places, in a
*library!* I just shook my head and turned the
computer, hoping I could check my email and get her to
leave me alone.
Two short emails later I saw her move from the edge of
my peripheral vision to lean back against the wall
right behind the computer monitor I was using. “Maybe
I can find something to occupy my time while you’re
busy,” she purred. “I do get SO bored around here.”
She moved a hand to her breast and began gently
squeezing it. I looked around nervously but nobody
else seemed to have noticed. I tried to concentrate on
the email, but she was an incredibly distracting
sight. She closed her eyes, lolled her head against
the wall (exposing that incredible neck of hers) and
moaned softly. I could see her nipples poking through
the sweater. `Great,’ I thought sullenly. `An
exhibitionist.’
Her free hand snaked under her sweater and then back
down into her jeans. My eyes were glued instantly to
that hand as it traveled to her crotch and began to
make rubbing motions which were quite unmistakable. I
looked around again, but nobody else was paying any
attention, thank God.
She moaned again, a little louder this time. “Oh baby
you know what I need. Please, just for me?” Her low
whimper overcame any restraint I had left over my cock
and I felt it grow painfully hard in my pants. My
mouth hung open as I watched her, giving up any
pretense of checking email and going about my busy
day. I tried to croak something, to get her to just
leave me alone so I could work in peace, but my throat
must have been working in collusion with my dick,
because no sound came out.
She moved from the wall to push my chair back with the
hand that had fondled her breast. Her other hand came
up and she stuck a finger in my open mouth. Instinct
took over and I gently sucked her digit. I could taste
her juices; it felt like my head would explode from
all the glands trying to flood my mouth with saliva.
She watched my face closely, her look of lust evident.
I felt a hand on the buckle of my pants and my eyes
opened wide in shock. She wouldn’t!
Oh, yes she would. She had my pants off in what seemed
like a flash and my cock sprang out to greet the world
before the idea of looking around to see if anyone
else was watching even occurred to me. I felt the
warmth of her mouth envelope me and fought to contain
my groan. I could feel her tongue running along the
sides of my shaft, first to the right, then to the
left. I can’t even begin to convey what it felt like
when she started to apply suction. I thought my entire
body now consisted of the area around my waist and
groin. I closed my throat as much as I could to keep
from whimpering, and shut my eyes before they popped
out of my head.
Her tongue ran along the head of my dick, circling it,
then rubbing along the underside of my shaft. She
sucked hard, flicking my head with her tongue, and I
felt my whole body begin to instinctively rise out of
my seat. The overworked synapses of my brain began to
misfire, until one of them got something right and I
felt my center explode. The pleasure was very nice,
but the warmth which followed it was incredible. I
moaned loudly but didn’t care anymore. Tingles ran up
and down my body, all over my skin. My muscles finally
began to relax and I slumped back down in my seat. I
could feel her gently putting my member back in my
pants and buckling me up. I opened my eyes when she
had finished and looked at her face. Her own eyes
stared back at me, begging, pleading.
“Please?” she whimpered. Oh, damn, why did she have to
be so cute?
I sighed in defeat. “Alright, Kara. Get back in your
chair.” She bounced up excitedly and rolled her chair
behind me to watch over my shoulder. I curled my
fingers over the keyboard, thinking of what to write.
I could feel her breath on the back of my neck, and
turned to her in annoyance. “Well,” I said. “You’re
the story character. Aren’t you going to say
something?”
“Oh, that’s not my job,” she replied smugly. “I’m just
supposed to be here to make sure you stay focused on
the story.”
I snorted. Focused, yeah. She’s a big help in that
department. “I think I like Mark better. He leaves me
alone most of the time, and he actually gives me ideas
on what to write.”
She laughed. “Of course he does, he’s your muse. It’s
what he does. I’m just a figment of your imagination.
And by the way, Mark’s the one who sent me here. I’ll
be sure to convey your gratitude when you’re done
writing.
I snorted again. It figured. Mark was probably off
laughing somewhere over this right now. I turned back
to the computer grumbling sullenly and plotting
revenge. I curled my fingers back over the keyboard
and began to type.
“The story idea that wouldn’t leave me alone.” No,
that wouldn’t do; too long.
